ColinF - Where I'm From

Were I am from

I'm from baseball fields
rough or hard dirt
I'm from the grass
soft and warm
I'm from the bases
all around me like bee's swarming honey

I'm from the big room
small in places
big in places
angles like no other
middle of the room their is a bed
the bed's alone like the last present on Christmas

I'm from the past
reliving moments as if real
trying to make them last for ever
but like a human
never will it live for ever

I'm from the grass in the back
trying to be noticed
trying to stay alive
trying to find a place to live

I'm from the whiteness of winter
playing till tired
with or with out someone to play with
trying to stay warm like a fly in the rain

I'm from the black pavement of a road
biking around
till I'm lost in a world
a world of imagination
although things like that don't last forever
trying to find a way home I never took
like a lost bear in the woods

I'm from the tree's
looking and standing like them
wondering how the stay
how they are able to be so bored
what they do all day

I'm from a house
big and wide
small and narrow in places also
were to go next is the question
up the stairs
out the back door
or fly around the house in imagination



Colin F